Wedding

(Friday 17 o'clock)
Him: "So? Are you in the mood for a wedding?"
Me: "Mmphhh... When?" (not "to whom" :) )
Him: "Tomorrow"
Me: "Oh... and do you want me to come?"
Him: "... whatever suits you" (or something equally affectionate)
Me: "... ok" (... if you insist :p)
(Friday 18 o'clock)
... where is it... fuck fuck fuck... looks like one of morticia adams's favorite outfits... and it's not ironed... god i hope i remember how to walk on these... 'cause if i fall i die...
(Friday 19.30) (and 100km later)
Me: "Hello" (with a big smile all over my freshly made up face - isn't it amazing how much stuff you can do while driving?... am i allowed to hug him? ... i'm going to anyway... AND kiss him... feeling really bold today, hm?)
Him: "Hi"
(Saturday 12.05)
Even if i could normally walk in these no one... and i mean NO ONE ... could walk in 30 inches deep dirt on 3 inches high heels... but he is nice to me... and he is (surprisingly) proud of me (.. oh well... not "of" me... but rather of the fact that getting dressed took me about 30 seconds - including hair) ... so it's worth every minute of it (...so what if i have no idea who's marrying who?...)
(Saturday 15.35) (After 1.5 l of wine... each...)
Him: "So... shall we go home ... to sleep?"
Me: "... yep"
... and they should have lived happily ever after...